6:50
AM and we pulled out onto Stock road . we were nearing the end of the "last
mile".
(I watched the film "The Green
Mile" a few years ago and ever since, this last ever drive in
In
the very last section, the highway dips the rises both steeply and quickly
until it threads its way over a blind crest.
We
headed down the dip, a "B" double truck was on the road before us, the "B"
double indicated for me to overtake.
As I pulled out to pass I could see that the normally busy highway was clear
ahead, it was surreal in itself to see a quiet as midnight empty road ahead
during the commuting hour.
So in October's dawn sunlight the
big
Ignoring
the 60 KPH signage I let the great legend of a car run loose, second gear and
at 5,500 RPM . the Cleveland was blasting, barking .. hell yes .screaming out
from those side pipes its oh so glorious V8 symphony, the last of the V8
Interceptors heading now for life everlasting in the museum of a far off land.
From my driving seat I wondered did those eight pipes howl into the face of
eternity. "No . God no . send me back to the searing dry land of eternal
silence and red dust".
Or
did I hear from those pipes the collective ghosts of every modified Australian
car crying now with one voice. "You can take your bullshit Australian road
registration laws and stuff them.I
am never coming back".
As
the final corner approached, the V8 growled back down through the revs and the
moment passed into history.
But
I did not feel like I had moved forward in time, instead it felt like time
itself had been sucked from under me, as if everything now lay back behind me.
I
felt alone . in some weird vacuum.
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